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Wherever It Goes



Neville had developed many habits over the years, as he had grown he had lost some along the way. He no longer chewed his fingernails when he was nervous, his arms still waved like crazy when he was talking about something he loved. The war had created a few that he didn't like, he would curse before he knew what he was doing, thank fully that one had gone into the ether.

There was one though that didn't go away; some like Hermione found it annoying, Ginny found it endearing, and Luna went right along with it. During the war he liked to know where everyone was precisely, he would drive them all crazy with the need to be kept informed. He still did, it wasn't quite so bad as it used to be, but it was enough to grate on more than a few nerves.

Luna however left notes telling him where she was, and had charmed them to change as she moved. He had spent many a minute just watching it change from kitchen to living area and so on Now however she was in the field, meaning the wide open area behind their house. When they had been looking for somewhere for them both to call home, upon seeing this house, and the field behind it, Luna had been in love with it. Never mind that the house was falling apart, and was in dire need of some major repair work; she wanted it. She told him that it was for when they had children of their own, they would need a big area just like that one to play in, while Neville didn't disagree, he knew it was as much for their children as it was for the big kid in Luna.

Making his way out to her, he could see her laying on top of the slight hill, just staring at the sky. He smiled as he made his way over to her, forever a dreamer, just the way he liked her.

Minutes passed as he lay beside her till she spoke, "I envy them."

"Envy what?" He asked, watching her out of the corner of his eye.

"The clouds," she said simply.

Neville didn't dare laugh, "Why is that?"

"The freedom, they just go along with the wind, going wherever it takes them. It must be wonderful."

"Do you want that?"

"I like the idea of just going where the wind takes you, having no say in it at all, I would like to do that," she said with a soft smile on her lips.

"Well there's that old broom in the cupboard..."

"No that won't do, I control the broom," she rolled over and faced him, "I need one of those balloon things that Muggles have."

"A balloon?" He asked skeptically, "You want to fly with a balloon, they are tiny."

"No," she laughed, "there are big ones that are almost as big as a house, and they have baskets underneath them; and we'd sit underneath the balloon, and just float along."

"Float along?" He said slowly, "In a basket below a balloon?"

She nodded her head emphatically, "We will, we should ask Hermione to help us get one, oh this is going to be wonderful." She kissed his cheek, and then dashed off to the house, no doubt to contact Hermione about getting a balloon.

"Great," he muttered, falling back onto the grass, it wouldn't hurt to tell Luna that he hated heights before she got any further, it would be nice though, just going wherever the wind takes you.